The Newton Prophecies

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

Savanna crept down the sweltering brick staircase, her fingers firmly pinching her nose. It was the worst smell she had ever experienced. Sweat dripped from her forehead. She grew dizzy from holding her breath.
         She knew what she had to do, but couldn't believe she was going through with it. She had never killed anyone before. She knew now, she was in way to deep. All choice had been stripped away. She worked for Fuller now, and Fuller worked for ... well, he called It, Lucifer in the Flesh. The Antichrist. To Savanna, It had no name, only Master.
         Halfway down, her ears were accosted by voices. They came from within the building. Male voices, coming from just beyond the door at the bottom of the stairs.
         Without a thought and with extreme vigor, Savanna turned and retreated up the stairs. She stumbled. The heal of one of her stilettos broke. Her right ankle twisted and popped. She fell. Her head struck the battered brink and concrete. A snap shuttered in her ears. There was a sharp pain. Then blackness.

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